I only want to be a Shichibukai when I have Bengyu

"Well, it's so painful!"

The marine frowned and drank the dark brown liquid in the thermos bottle in small sips, complaining about the bitter taste in his mouth. However, in order to warm up his cold body, he had to drink this bitter liquid as usual. Coffee for people with headaches.

"I really don't understand why the commissary department gives us this damn espresso, and there's not even any sugar cubes."

"Who made us the sentinels!"

Next to him, another sailor bared his teeth and drank the same coffee with a grimace on his face.

"The senior officials above are said to be worried about the sentinels' lack of energy, so they specially ration this kind of espresso."

"Oh! It's true that I don't feel sleepy at all after drinking this stuff, but I feel that if I drink it for another year and a half, my sense of taste will be ruined. There was bitter melon in the side dishes in the cafeteria yesterday. I hate eating bitter melon the most. As a result, I didn’t feel anything after eating yesterday.”

"I really don't know when this day will end."

This is on the tower of the sentry tower.

The sentry tower more than ten meters high stands on the edge of the sea cliff. Here you can clearly overlook the island's port and the distant ocean. The sentinels on duty stay here all night, monitoring the distant ocean. If there is any sea, If thieves or unknown ships approach, a signal must be sent immediately.

However, I have been coming to this ghost place for more than a year and have not encountered a few police incidents.

This is not to say that pirates in the New World are unwilling to visit here, but the island named 'Punk Hassad' itself is not within the regular route. After setting off from Fish-Man Island, the three points pointed by the record pointer The island does not contain Punk Hassad.

If you are lucky, you may be transported directly to the vicinity of Punk Hassad by the current. Of course, this is a small probability event. Anyway, the sailors on duty here have never encountered such a situation all year round.

Because of this concealment, and because Punk Hassad is not very far from the Red Earth Continent, it was selected as a research base by the World Government. Dr. Vega Punk led a group of researchers to carry out the highest level of confidentiality on this island. research work.

In order to protect the safety of the researchers headed by Dr. Vegapunk, the Navy even dispatched General Porusalino, code-named "Kizaru", to be stationed in Punk Hassad for a long time.

It's late into the night.

The clouds in the sky are very thick, and there is no trace of the moon. Only scattered stars on the horizon are faintly visible. The whining sea breeze can sweep away all the heat, especially the two poor sentries staying on the tower, who are so high. The terrain, coupled with the open lookout, was unable to stop the sea breeze.

The only thing they could do was walk back and forth in this narrow space, taking a sip of the bitter hot coffee from the thermos bottle from time to time to keep their bodies as warm as possible.

Just as they were trying to move around to keep their bodies as warm as possible, they inadvertently glanced at the brightly lit research institutes on the island... Then, their pupils suddenly dilated, and their feet seemed like It's like it's filled with lead and can't be lifted anymore.

"What's wrong?"

Another sailor looked at his companion who stopped and asked blankly, his eyes subconsciously looking in the direction of his companion's gaze.

Then--

"Fuck!"

"What's going on?"

The sailor who couldn't hide his words screamed in surprise.

"I do not know either!"

The dull sailor next to him replied subconsciously.

On the island, figures in the brightly lit research institute were swaying, and dark purple mist poured out of a building like a flood, spreading around at an alarming speed. Just as the two were in a daze, a third of One's research institute has been shrouded in fog.

"Is this...is this...a study?"

The marine soldier asked hesitantly his companions.

Their job is to monitor enemies from overseas. The above has never said what to do when abnormal things happen on the island. In addition, they more or less know that those people in white coats are doing some weird things on the island. experiment, which led them to be unsure whether the spreading fog was an accident? Or an experiment? Or was it an attack?

"I want to know too!"

His companion also looked confused.

Notify your boss! I'm worried that this fog is just a research project, and I will inevitably be scolded by my superiors for not notifying me! They were also worried that if it really was an accident, they would be blamed for dereliction of duty. Fortunately, this entanglement quickly dissipated.

A light broke through the roof of a house in the institute and flew into the sky.

The shining light gathered into a human shape in mid-air. Because the distance was too far, I could only vaguely see a person wearing yellow clothes and a navy cape. However, even if I couldn't see the figure clearly, I could only see the figure. That dazzling light will tell you who the person is.

Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, Porusalino, codenamed "Kizaru".

After flying into the sky and inspecting the situation on the island, Porusalino immediately transformed into a flash of light and rushed into the research institute below.

The next moment,

The highest level of sirens sounded throughout the island.

Something big happened!

The two sailors standing on the guard tower looked at each other and clearly saw the shock and panic on each other's faces. The highest level of alarm... what did this mean? They settled in Punk Hasa on the first day. Virtue has been inculcated over and over again.

The highest level of alarm means that Punk Hassad is about to fall or be destroyed. There is no need to consider the issue of holding on, as long as the researchers are protected and evacuated.

"Let's go! Go to the port!"

The sailor who reacted quickly came back to his senses. He slapped his companion on the back, tightened his grip on the musket in his hand, and started running down the steep stairs. His companion who was belatedly followed him subconsciously. The two of them went all out together, using the fastest speed in their lives, and headed towards the port where the warships were moored.

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graduate School,

Deep purple mist filled the corridors and rooms. In the laboratory where people had been there all night, no one could be seen standing. There were only corpses with hideous faces, foaming from the corners of the mouth, or lying on the ground. On the test bench, he either collapsed on the cold floor, or lay unwillingly by the door.

This is an extremely powerful poisonous gas. Inhaling a large amount of this deadly poisonous gas in a short period of time killed the researchers in the laboratory.

Because the poisonous gas came so suddenly, was in such large amounts, and spread over such a wide range, many people were unable to escape even if they wanted to. Only some people who were lucky enough to find gas masks escaped from the poisonous gas. shrouded.

It's just that there are only a few people like that, and most people are not so lucky to escape. Dead bodies can be seen everywhere in the corridor, including researchers in white coats and sailors holding weapons.

And in the center of the research institute, a man whose whole body had turned into gas and was completely unafraid of the poisonous gas was floating in the corridor. He looked at the corpses everywhere and let out a weird laugh of "咻啰啰啰啰"", as if... Looking for something, constantly walking through the houses.

"Where are you? Vegapunk, where are you?"

Gloomy whispers and weird noises echoed in the research institute, making it seem like a miserable scene of hell on earth.

"It's Caesar!"

"This gas is Caesar's course of study."

Just outside the research institute, where the poisonous gas had not yet spread, the man wearing a gas mask looked at the poisonous gas that was spreading, and revealed the source of the poisonous gas in an extremely calm tone, "I have already ordered Caesar to Stop this boring research, now it looks like he is still continuing to research in private..."

The man shook his head slightly and did not continue.

He knew that the colleague with great ambition and talent had always been dissatisfied with him, but there were many people who were dissatisfied with him, and he had never cared about these colleagues with mediocre talents. Anyway, they were just dispensable guys and not worth his time. Waste of brain cells memorizing these guys.

However, he really didn't expect that Caesar would do such a thing. It was really boring! This boring method of revenge has no meaning at all except putting yourself in trouble.

As expected, he has great ambition but little talent, which is disappointing!

"M. Caesar Coulan...that natural-type esper?"

Porusalino was deeply impressed by this special researcher. After all, he was the only one among the more than a hundred researchers who had eaten a Devil Fruit, and he was also a natural-type esper. He subconsciously paid more attention to it. .

"Dr. Vegapunk, now is not the time to hold someone responsible. Please leave here with me first."

Porusalino glanced at the poisonous gas that was about to spread, and immediately persuaded the man wearing a gas mask, Dr. Bega Punk, to leave Research Su and rush to the battleship in the port. His mission was to protect Bega. Punk's safety, for which he could give up all other tasks.

For example, arresting the culprit of this poisoning incident is secondary and can be done later.

"Before you leave, destroy this place as much as possible."

Vegapunk didn't move in a hurry.

"According to the rules of the research here, if something unexpected happens, all the data must be destroyed." Vegapunk pointed to the building he used alone, "At least my research cannot be leaked. Please destroy me. research room."

He asked the admiral beside him to do things without any politeness.

"Eight-foot beautiful magatama."

Not a word of nonsense,

Porusalino did what he said and immediately jumped into the sky. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and pinched his thumb and index finger like a flower. An extremely bright light lit up in the hollow between the two fingers. Then tens of thousands of shining light bombs flew towards the vast and continuous research institute below.

Houses one after another were blown down by light bombs, and the equipment, research materials, experimental products, and criminals used as research materials in the houses were beaten to pieces together with the corpses. Of course, even Porusalino was beaten to pieces. He was not able to completely knock down the entire research institute. He just focused on Dr. Vegapunk's research room and destroyed all the surrounding buildings as much as possible.

Seeing that the poisonous gas was about to spread around Vegapunk, Porusalino stopped attacking and teleported back to Vegapunk.

"Let's go!"

Vegapunk turned around without any regrets and disappeared into the night under the protection of Porusalino.

And in the ruins mixed with smoke, dust and poisonous gas,

The gasified man floated out from the gap between the stones with difficulty, and it took a lot of effort to regain his body shape. He looked at the ruins filled with poisonous gas in a daze, and he already understood in his heart that Vegapunk was not affected by the poisonous gas. Otherwise, Admiral Porusalino would not just destroy most of the buildings in the institute and leave.

"damn it!"

The man—that is, M. Caesar Courant, held his head in annoyance, feeling extremely uneasy.

"Damn it! Why did it become like this... What should I do now?"

He was extremely frightened.

He was afraid that Porusalino would appear next to him and kill him directly.

Releasing the poisonous gas weapon he had painstakingly researched was not a premeditated plan. To describe it in more professional terms, Caesar's behavior tonight was a crime of passion, because his research had not made any breakthroughs for a long time, and he was already depressed. Depressed to the extreme.

As a result, when he went to the toilet and squatted on the toilet, he heard researchers outside praising Vegapunk's achievements. Suddenly, an unknown fire arose in his heart, and the poisonous weed called jealousy that had been suppressed also disappeared. It began to grow crazily in my heart.

then,

Under the control of anger, jealousy and other emotions, Caesar released the poisonous gas he had researched from the closed chamber, hoping to use the poisonous gas to completely obliterate the enviable bastard Vegapunk.

Now that Vegapunk was not killed, he left the research institute under the protection of the admiral. His impulsive passion also subsided. When he came back to his senses, he found that Caesar, who had caused great trouble, no longer had the same temperament as before. Feeling angry, a person is floating on the ruins and wants to cry without tears.

I wish I could slap myself a few times.

Why are you so impulsive?

Now he was in trouble. Even if he was not executed, he would probably be thrown into Impel Down City and imprisoned until he died of old age... The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He floated on the ruins with his head in his arms and let out a cry like It was a strange and shrill sound like a ghost.

What is happening with Caesar? Porusalino's Haki senses clearly, but he can't take any action to deal with this trouble now. The top priority is to protect Dr. Vegapunk and return to the Navy Headquarters, and at the same time, send Punk Hassad's Report the matter.

As for Caesar...

Not in a hurry.

As long as all the warships in the port are driven away, there is no need to worry about where Caesar can escape. Without warships, even if Caesar, a natural ability user, masters the flying technology, he cannot fly too far away from the island. After all, long distances cannot Intermittent flying is extremely physically demanding.

Caesar, a researcher who works in the laboratory every day, can't be said to have outstanding physical strength.

"Bulu Bulu!"

Porusalino stood at the top of the battleship's mast and dialed the bug phone in his hand.